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Friday, November 09, 2007 10:18 PM

i am going to rant irresponsibly now. (:

[i feel like eating rice krispies. yum. can never get enough of it]

my social life is at pit bottom. go six feet underground and you will see it there, sobbing and waving for help.

i can never get enough of complaining about this. actually im feeling quite serene now but see, i can complain anytime anywhere.

i have courses here and there, cca here and there, endless meetings everywhere, im moving house soon, im going to perth from 22-30 nov. im amazed that i can actually find time to BREATHE.

walao im damn annoyed. and for every single activity i cant concentrate and put in my best because i'm simply waiting for it to end and looking forward towards the end of every day. give me a break man, my brain is only that big or that small however you want to look at it, and before i have time to absorb what we have learnt, it is time for a FASCINATING new course.

after all the damned activities, i am knackered. i dont even have the energy to go out and bounce arnd and be tweety. like HELLO, i have far east plaza, heereen, the central and hundreds of other shopping malls that i havent trodden on every floor tile for at least 123456 times!

happy #$%^&*() holidays

p.s. somebody stole my last packet of rice krispies.
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